Pools of Blood

Chapter 5

The police car ran at a full speed. I sat beside the window. Air was ruffling my hair, trying to clear my mind. I could hear my own heart beating fast and faster with the speed of the vehicle. The events occurring recently. had made me lose all control over my emotions. After the death of Amiya, it took two years to stand up, to face the world. Now again another bolt from God. Would I be able to move on this time? Would I be able to stand up and continue living this time? If the body belonged to Alfred, how would I handle my parents? Our parents? They would surely die of grief. The death of two children would not something one can overcome. 

 " I think someone has a personal vendetta against Jasmine and her husband", said Angela yanking me away from my vile thoughts. 

-"What makes you think so?"  I said, looking away. I didn't want her to see my red eyes.

-" A lot of reasons. Firstly, you see, Alfred was a top-ranking CIA best shooter, a gold medalist in Martial Arts with the sharpest mind. How could such a mishap happen to his family? That is totally unbelievable. Secondly, the footage…"

-"what about them? What did they show ?"

-" The CCTV camera before the dump yard showed nothing suspicious. But the camera in front of the dump yard showed a black SUV pulling in and throwing out the body of Jasmine like a discarded piece of tissue paper. Then it pulled out. There was no number plate on the vehicle. The cameras immediately next to the dump yard didn’t capture any image of the SUV. So the SUV simply appeared out of nowhere and then vanished to nowhere."

-"That’s weird."

-" Exactly. How could this happen? Unless –"

-" Unless what?"

-" Someone has tampered with the footage before the investigation even began leaving the footage of only one camera intact. This means something. They did that intentionally. They wanted us to find pieces about them. "

-"I was too thinking the same thing, Angela. This is not just any r**e case or random murder. It's pre-planned. And a lot of people are involved in it. Personal vendetta or not, I don’t have any idea. But I am sure of one thing, Alfred would never let anything happen to his love. He was the strongest man I knew. He didn't deserve to die like this."

I couldn't continue to speak anymore. I was too tired, hungry, unkempt, and disheveled. My brain wasn't working and my heart wasn't in the right place. I felt as if Gods weren't done mocking me, I felt as if Gods weren't done breaking me. One death wasn't enough or what? I was nursing myself back to normal, I was trying my best to stand up. The moment my feet started to take my strength, again the Gods kicked me hard on my shin to make me fall. What type of justice was that?

After a few minutes, the car pulled in front of the rundown closed factory gate. Everywhere were discarded craps and pieces of metals lying untended. It was an iron workshop closed for six years. The shop was closed and before it on the patio laid a wrapped thing. A body wrapped in strapped bedding was lying there. People have surrounded the area but none dared to approach. Pools of dried blood decorated the area. 

I was feeling sick and nauseated. My head was spinning. My hands were shaking as I fumbled to open the straps. Please, God! Not Alfred. Please. Not Alfred. I would do anything. Not Alfred.

But God wasn’t there. He couldn’t hear my rapidly palpitating heart. He couldn’t hear my choking breaths. There laid before me the face of a soldier, who had died saving his love. Those eyes, those brown eyes which had been the source of my survival was cold and gone. Those lips which always smiled were grim and sullen. Alfred laid there in a blood-soaked shirt, wherefore bullets had frenzied his heart and soul. His body was limp and lifeless. A trickle of blood ran halfway down his bruised chin and had dried.

I knelt down beside him and took his hands and brought them to my eyes. For the first time, I didn’t care who was watching. For the first time, I couldn’t suppress my pain. For the first time, I was completely broken and my heart shattered into pieces. For three years, I was bottling up my pain, trying to suppress my grief and anger. No more! I was too much blasted to continue anymore. I closed my eyes and broke down into tears.